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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.