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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Urselle,
10cc,
Slave,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.