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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.