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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.