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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.