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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Fear,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.