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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.