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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.