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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.