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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.