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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.