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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Index,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.