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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.