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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.