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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.