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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.