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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.