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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.