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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.