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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.