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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Cymande,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.