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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.