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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.