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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.