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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.