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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.