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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Cymande,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.