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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.