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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Make Up,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.