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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.