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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.