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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.