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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Ten City,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.