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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.