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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.