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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.