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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Franke,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.