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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.