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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.