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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.