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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.