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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
MC5,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.