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 Spain and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.