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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.