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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Brick,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.