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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.