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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.