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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.