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 India and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ten City to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.