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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Parry Music 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.