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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.