Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.