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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.