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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.