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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
UT,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.