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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Can,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.