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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.