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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
CMW,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.