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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Smog,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Faust,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.