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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.