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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.