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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.