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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.