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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.