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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.