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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Mars,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.