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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.