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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Brick,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.