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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.