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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.