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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
DNA,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.