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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.