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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
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.