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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.