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 Angola 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.