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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.