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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.