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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.