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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.