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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.