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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.