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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.