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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.