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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.