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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Real Kids 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Index,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.