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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.