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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.