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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.