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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.