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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.