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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.