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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.