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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.