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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.