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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.