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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Brick,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.