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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys 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 electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Organ,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.