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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.