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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nation of Ulysses 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
10cc,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.