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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
X-102,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.