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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.