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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.