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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.