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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.