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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.