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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.