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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.