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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.