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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.