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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Model 500,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.