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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.