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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.