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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.