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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
June Days,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.