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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.