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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.