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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.