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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.