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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.