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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.