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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.