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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.