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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Neu!,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Wings,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.