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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.