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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.