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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Martian,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Crime,
the Association,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.