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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.