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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.