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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
ABC,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.