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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Darondo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.