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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.