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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.