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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
UT,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.