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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.