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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.