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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Neu!,
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.