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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.