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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.