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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Roxette,
the Slits,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.