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 China 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.