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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.