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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.