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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.