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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
CMW,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.