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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.