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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.