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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.