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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.