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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Index,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.