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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.