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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.