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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.