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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.