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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.