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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.