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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.