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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.