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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.