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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.