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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.