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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Visage,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Move,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.