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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.