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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.