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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.