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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.