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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.