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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.