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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.