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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.