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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.