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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.