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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.