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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.