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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.