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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.