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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Monks,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.