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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.