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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.