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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.