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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.