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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.