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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.