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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Organ,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.