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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.