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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.