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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.