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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.