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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
UT,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.