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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.