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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.