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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.