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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.