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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.