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 Romania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.