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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '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 Gerry Rafferty 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?
Wings,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.