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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.