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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.