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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.