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 Colombia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.