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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Hoover,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.