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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.