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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Moebius,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.