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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.