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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.