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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Smog,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.