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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.