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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
MDC,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.