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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
The Standells,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.