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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.