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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.