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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.