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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Can,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.