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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
PIL,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.