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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cameo to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.