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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.