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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Index,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.