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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Gladiators 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.