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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.