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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.