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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.