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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.