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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.