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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.