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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
cv313,
Swans,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.