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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.