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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.