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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.