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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.