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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.