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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.