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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.