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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.