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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.