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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.