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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.