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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.