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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.