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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.