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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
UT,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.