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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.