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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.