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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s 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 Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
June Days,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.