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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.