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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.