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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.