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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.