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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.