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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.