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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.