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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Scientists,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.