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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Ludus,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.