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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.