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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.