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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Crime,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.