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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Brick,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.