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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.