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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.