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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.