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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.