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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.