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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.