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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Index,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Second Layer,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.