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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.