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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Scion,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.