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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.