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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.