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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.