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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.