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 China and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Visage,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.