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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.