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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.