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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.