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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.