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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.