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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.