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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Television,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.