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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
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.