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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.