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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.