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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Wings,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.