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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.