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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.