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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.