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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.