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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 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 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.