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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.