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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.