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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.