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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.