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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.