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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.