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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
UT,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.