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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.