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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.