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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.