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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.