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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Make Up,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.