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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.