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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.