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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.