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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Can,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.