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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.