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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.