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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.