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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Nas,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.