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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.