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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.