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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
MDC,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.