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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.