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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.