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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.