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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.