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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.