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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.