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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Rakim,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.