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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.