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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.