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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.