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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.