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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Smog,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.