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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
MDC,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.