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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Fear,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.