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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.