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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.