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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.