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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.