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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.