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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.