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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.