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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.