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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.