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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.