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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Boredoms 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
ABC,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Gong,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.