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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.