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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.