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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.