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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.