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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Unwound 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.