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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.