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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.