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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Index,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Crime,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.