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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.