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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.