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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.