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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.