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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.