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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.