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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.