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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.