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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.