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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.