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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.