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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Technova,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.