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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.