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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.