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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.