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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.