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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Accadde A,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.