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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.