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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.