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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.