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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.