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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.