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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.