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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Move,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.