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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Slits,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.