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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.