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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.