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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.