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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.