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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.