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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.