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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.