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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.