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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.