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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.