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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.