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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.