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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Technova,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Names,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.