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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
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.