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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Gong,
Nas,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.