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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.