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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
MC5,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Mummies,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.