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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.