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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.