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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.