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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
the Normal,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.