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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.