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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
UT,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.