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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.