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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.