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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.