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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.