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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.