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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.