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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.