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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.