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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.