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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.