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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Symarip,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.