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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.