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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.