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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.