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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.