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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.