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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Brick,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.