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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 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 CMW to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.