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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.