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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.