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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.