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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.