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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.