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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.