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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.