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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.