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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.