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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
X-102,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.