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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.