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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.