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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
The Fall,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.