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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.