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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.