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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.