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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.