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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.