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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.