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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.