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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.