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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.