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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
UT,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.