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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.