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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.