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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.