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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
cv313,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.