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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.