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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.