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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.