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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.