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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.