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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.