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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.