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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.