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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.