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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.