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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.