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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.