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 Romania and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.