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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.