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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.