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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.