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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.