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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.