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 Oman and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.