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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.