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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.