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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
the Swans,
Gong,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.