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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.