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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.