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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.