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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.