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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.