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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.