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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.