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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.