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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
DNA,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.