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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.