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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.