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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.