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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scion 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.