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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.