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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Organ,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.