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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Man Parrish 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.