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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.