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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.