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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.