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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.