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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.