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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.