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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.