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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Smog,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.