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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.