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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.