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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.