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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.