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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.