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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.