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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Associates,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
10cc,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.