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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.