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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.