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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.