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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.