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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.