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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.