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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Offenders to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.