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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.