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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.