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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
PIL,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.