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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.