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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.