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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.