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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.