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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.