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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.