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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.