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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Gong,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.