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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.