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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.