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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.