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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.