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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.