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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.