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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.